Once I was a prisoner, a prisoner in my mind.
Dreamin about the day that I would leave it all behind
And the whole darn time the only thing
that held me under lock and key
Was not knowing my imprisonment was all inside of me
We’ve gotta choose… We’ve gotta choose…
|To be free. To be free…
To be free of always thinkin I’m not doin what I should
To be free of things not turnin out the way I thought they would
To be free of all my troubles, to be free of all my woes
To be free of always thinking I should know just how it goes
We’ve gotta choose… We’ve gotta choose…
To be free. To be free…
I spent half my life not knowin what I thought I outta know
Now many years have come and gone, I’ve got a long way to go
I sure did take the long way, and the wrong way a time or two
But I must admit the whole darn time
there’s something I never knew.
I wish I knew…
That we’ve gotta choose… We’ve gotta choose…
To be free. To be free…
To be free to face the darkness, to be free to face the light
To be free to face my destiny and to do it with all my might
To be free to make good choices. To be free come sun or rain.
To be free to just accept myself
in spite of all the pain, in spite of all the pain.
We’ve gotta choose. We’ve gotta choose to be free… to be free…
We’ve gotta choose. We’ve gotta choose to be free!
We’ve gotta choose. We’ve gotta choose!
We’ve Gotta Choose
words/music ©2000 Jerry Mills/ASCAP
reprinted with permission
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